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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into astrological
phenomenal violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
with the force of a sorcerer, put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
your formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more when i a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, like the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
They it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no escape
the [no turin back, im here forever]

i the era where terra and recommendations
of wreckin the mic, respect a with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm givin my to Allah,
thoughts of takin harder an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These days is the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds scannin the
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up sinuses or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the is elegant, throw like an elephant.
They shoulda um that i flow like petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im here

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake niggas an bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
them killas will come the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all my coins but fly Donald Goines a rat,
fuck wit fly tender loins.
You know it, you it, you know gotta go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a might fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, in that zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some Chicago nigga that do it quick for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
to America with 3 bags of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.